So I finished my Thursday morning cleaning of my Boss/Dom’ apartment. Pretty easy. It’s small and He had no deliveries this week. Returning home, I saw that Miss Lisa’s car was parked on the street. I don’t remember Master-Sir saying anything about her coming down.

I parked in the driveway, as usual, walked into the garage to remove my clothing, and entered the kitchen. There she was, at the kitchen bar drinking a cup of coffee. She smiled and welcomed me home, telling me that The Pretty Brunnette let her in. I had no clue to her being here as well. This is getting interesting.

I welcomed her and asked if she needed anything. She told me no. As I knelt at her side, she told me that she and the Pretty Brunnette were talking. She doesn’t remember how the subject came up, but The Pretty Brunette informed her that she should tell “the slave” to hand wash her delicates for her anytime she was here. As I always do for the Pretty Brunnette.

She said that the Pretty Brunette was bragging about how she brings all her undergarments here for me to clean. saving her the time and inconvenience of doing it herself. I smiled and told her it was my pleasure. That my Owner found it to be a wonderful ay to use me for her and that I would gladly do the same for her if she so desires.

She thanked me then laughed. She told me how The Pretty Brunette looked dino her bag and saw what she had for delicates and decided that “we” ladies needed to go shopping.

Soon the Pretty Brunntee returned. I unloaded her baggage and put them away in the Master bedroom. Miss Lisa asked why I didn’t do that for her and I said that she never asked! I never assume until I am told how she wants to be treated. “Wel, we need to change that” was her response as both giggled.

Then I was told to dress and be ready to take them shopping. She had the addresses and I would be in charge of driving them, handling the bags, and treating them to lunch at The Pretty Brunette’s favorite place. .

I never knew these shops we went to even existed. Very exclusive, and very small lingerie shops. I’m guessing they serve a lot of the “Girlfriend Experience” lades. You know, the glorified and more expensive hookers I see often at the resort.

But they had some really beautiful satin and lace items that Miss Lisa and The Pretty Brunnette tried on and ultimately bought. Along with the proper liquids used to clean them. I was given my own little demonstration and instruction on proper cleaning and maintenance to keep them beautiful.

The Pretty Brunette even introduced me to the shopkeepers as her “House slave” and they never batted an eye or gave me a funny look. i was properly talked to and included in the conversations. they never once made me feel different other than that the shopping was for the beautiful ladies and nothing was for me.

Even at lunch, I was included in the conversation as if I was on friendly terms with them and part of the female pack. I knew my place and my limitations. However, it felt nice and felt special to be “one of the girls”. Old memories from my corporate life snuck back into my memory. But I fought them off. Knowing I was not at their level. I was still their slave. And I was very happy to be there for them.

I knew it would please my Owner if they gave Him a positive report on how I behaved. I am there for them because of Him.

I need to stop here and do a little update. Recently, with the help of Miss Lisa, Master-Sir has decided to take my training up a notch. Keep me in slavery but be a more proper slave in how I present myself and how I perform my duties.

This has always been part of their closing discussion on a telephone/Skype business conversation I would often be privy to. She would ask Him something about owning a slave or how to train a slave. Usually referencing something she had read somewhere or seen in a movie or even on a kinky date she once had with some man she knew.

When we got to the house, Master-Sir was back in His home office and came to meet us at the door. I got naked in the garage and entered behind them with the shopping bags.

That’s when Miss Lisa stopped me and asked my Owner a question. She was curious as to why I get naked before entering the house? was there a specific reason for doing that? he said no. Just it easier for me to fold my clothes and use the bathroom before entering. Why did she ask?

Miss Lisa was curious to how I would behave if I had to remove my clothing each time with them or just her, watching me. The humiliation of the act of being watched, judged as I went from clothing like a normal person to have to get naked in front of a dressed person.

Master-Sir liked that idea. So I was sent back out to get dressed. Coming into the kitchen dressed, Miss Lisa moved a small table just inside the door, perfect for my clothes to be folded on.

Master-Sir, The Pretty Brunette, and Miss Lisa were all sitting at the kitchen nook, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for me to get undressed. I was suddenly numb. Not sure how to feel or if I felt anything as they watched. Being watched as I went from a dressed person to a nude slave.

The Pretty Brunette gave me the command to kneel. “Yes, Mistress,” I said with a very shaken voice. Thankfully because my legs were shaking too much. I always walked in naked and ready to serve. Now I was told to undress and to wait.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like hours. Finally, Master-Sir told me to get up and take the bags to the proper rooms, put them away and return to my corner. My corner? “Yes Master-Sir”. yes, my place of sanctuary. As strange as it sounds, I find peace and tranquility when I am told to stand with my nose to the corner. This time, the corner in the kitchen.

When I returned, they were still at the kitchen bar, going over some paperwork. The Pretty Brunnette pointed to the corner opposite them and the door. Close to the big window that overlooks the patio and the pool.

I was only allowed out of the corner when they needed a fresh drink or had a mess that I needed to clean up.

Finally, they ordered a pizza and I was finally let out of the corner to answer the door, take the pizza and give the delivery man, who was my young friend, a blowjob as part of the tip. again, I was not talked to other than told what to do them I did as told.

It felt good to take my young friend to the patio. To be alone with Him and to see Him smile as I sucked His cock and took His reward with pride. He told me He enjoyed it and hoped we could have another day together soon. He had a lot of things he needed to talk to be about. I kissed His feet before I walked Him to the door and thanked Him for the delivery. Miss Lisa gave Him a twenty-dollar bill as well.

They continued to talk and work as the night went on. enjoying an occasional break for a piece of pizza, a fresh drink or to watch the slave each the leftovers from her dish.

That night, I gave Miss Lisa a bath. Making sure she was well relaxed and satisfied. She had no sexual use for me. So after toweling her off, she released me for the night. Thanking me for my service.

The Pretty Brunette had no use for me, she had me do my nightly self-care and bathroom needs, then I talked to Master-Sir. He kissed me good night and made sure I was ok with everything. She thanked me for my service today, hoped that I enjoyed serving them, and look forward to doing it again soon. I assured her I did. Then I was sent to my room for the night.

It was a very full day and a wonderful night. I learned a lot and I really do look forward to what new lessons await me to please my Owner.

To say I fell asleep easily would be pretty accurate, I was tired, I was happy and I was well used.